Visiting the monastery
A party of English tourists were taking in the sights of the west coast of
Ireland. Having driven for a couple of hours the coach pulled up at a monastery
where the holy men had prepared tea and cakes.
After the snack the tourists were being shown around the historic building.
Entering the kitchen they found a cleric slicing potatoes and dropping them into
a pan of boiling fat.
'Oh I see,' said a smart-alec Englishman, 'you're obviously a chipmunk?'
'No,' was the reply, 'I'm the friar.'